The truth is that there was always something off kilter about her words. It’s like they almost never work, the way they’re weirdly strung up together. But they eerily always do. It’s as if there’s this fine line thoughts conveyed have to cross to make sense, and she’d nervously or haltingly cross that line each time, putting us the spectators on edge. I fell in love with this. And the things she’d say, things I’d never before heard, at least not the way she expressed them. These things spoke not merely to me but that deeper part of myself that recognizes the truth of things when it hears them….